The stars that filled the windy night sky provided more than enough light for Galen's well-focused eyesight. Looking over to the Royal Guard's complex, he saw Zaida bending in her room, the cool blue of the flame illuminating the windowsill as he approached. Just as he readied to land, a particularly strong gust knocked him off course, dropping his altitude a good three meters before he could stabilize. Snapping a steel cable upwards to catch onto the balcony, he berated himself for letting an air current get the best of him. Pulling himself upwards with the dull buzz of the cable's reel, he knocked on the window as he peered inside, his glance giving off an air of stern urgency.
(Let's see if we can pull this RP out of its grave.)